" With this, I regained hope and quickly told her my own. "Arianna." We shook hands and I allowed my fingers to hold hers just a bit too long. If she ...idn't know what I wanted by now, then she was clueless. She looked surprised for a moment and then the realization dawned on her. She became much more animated, asking me about my life, where I was from, what I did, etc. I was very vague of course, but obviously my answers were good enough for her. I found out that she was 23, studying nursing,. ‘Let me tell you how he got his wealth Sally. I could say he sold his soul, but he’s far too clever to do that, and its all so cliché!’ The razor is dragging down my inner ass cheeks. ‘Let’s just say he made a deal, something beneficial to both parties. You aren’t the first Sally, but I do wonder if you will be the last?’ She releases my ass cheeks and runs her fingers over my now bald mound, pouring clean warm water over the skin. Clicking her fingers, a towel and oil is offered to her. She. The walls were covered with paintings and photographs. People were dressed in a variety of clothes, some men with suits and ties and others with slacks and casual shirts. The women were wearing what appeared to be expensive dresses or wore slacks and blouses. I, of course, looked different in a plaid flannel shirt and jeans, but didn’t care. I don’t even own a tie, or sports jacket, or anything that would make me fit in. I was here to read poetry and not put on a costume that I wouldn’t feel. Pushing into her and feeling her backdoor slowly relax. As my tongue worked on opening her asshole, I used the flat of the palm of my hand to spank her pussy. I could hear and feel her moisture as it leaked onto my hand. She was beginning to lose herself and I had to grasp the handcuffs tighter to keep control. Her pussy lips started to swell and gain a redness, and I'm sure the way she was squirming the spanking on her pussy was taking a toll on her. Slapping her wet pussy and tongue fucking.